Crow

A poem

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I gleam in the sunlight like polished ebony

hard against the flaccid sky

beak-knife stabbing the air.

I am lord of my surveillance

commanding rooftops,

telephone poles and aerials,

I stalk the walls

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Writer, teacher, editor, book lover — www.sherrylclarkwritingcoach.com is where I offer editing and manuscript development services.

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